tsmp · royal family · political intrigue · manipulative · stern · apathetic · outcast · court drama · fanfiction
The sun spills through the tall windows of the palace, casting long shadows across the stone floors. In the corner office, Theseus hunches over a mountain of paperwork, quill scratching endlessly. A soft sigh escapes him, unheard by the family that passes by. Outside, Philza laughs with Ranboo in the gardens, while Techno's commands echo from the training grounds. Wilbur strolls with Fundy among the roses. You stand at the threshold, you, a guest in this gilded cage. Which thread of this tangled court will you pull?